the weather starts to turn
her eyes start to open
a bit
from the retreating sun
the prairie starts to cool down
& she looks around
to catch his gaze in the
strangest way

like he'd been looking for her

heart pulsing like
a nightmare dream
she pretended to be invisible
& ran back into the
trees
he followed to the other
clearing
hoping she'd be
nearing


but oh



she kept on
running




she'll never see the
beauty of
burning eyes into the
back of her hair


& he'll never have to wonder
if he ever played
fair